“anyway, on the day I returned to work after my mom’s hospital stay and subsequent problems, the first thing my boss went out of her way to come and tell me was: “You forgot to turn on the copier when you came in this morning!””
There is a lot of small evil out there that is intensely evil. I had a homosexual supervisor one time, and you talk about living in hell. That faygo resented my masculinity and targeted me every day I worked in that office.
What you went though was absolutely horrible...it’s a shame but the evil is out there. I don’t trust in man, I trust in God.
On Christmas, I would always buy a small box of candy for the bosses. It's candy that's too expensive for me in my own household, but makes a nice holiday gift. It's not a lot but it's what I could afford and I DID think of them on the holiday. Who doesn't like candy?
On the third year I gave it to my boss (the witch who does nothing to deserve a gift) and I said ‘Merry Christmas’.
She said: “Oh...I guess this is your usual.”
Not, “Thanks for the gift, we really enjoy the candy”
No class at all. Needless to say, I don't bother getting her a gift anymore.